The Wrong Patient

I woke up in a hospital bed with no memory of how I got there.

A nurse saw me awake and immediately pressed the emergency button.

Within seconds, doctors rushed in.

They started checking my vitals, asking questions I couldn’t answer.

“What’s your name?”

I didn’t know.

“Do you remember the accident?”

No.

Then one doctor looked at my chart and went pale.

He whispered something to the nurse.

She looked at me like she had seen a ghost.

“You’re not supposed to be awake,” she said.

I tried to sit up, but they stopped me.

“Please don’t move. We need to confirm something first.”

That’s when I noticed the bracelet on my wrist.

It didn’t have my name.

It had a name I didn’t recognize.

But the date on it made my stomach drop.

Because it said I had been admitted… three days after my official date of death.

Then the lights in the room flickered.

And the monitor flatlined for a second.

Part 2 in the comments.

I woke up in a hospital bed with no memory of how I got there.

A nurse saw me awake and immediately pressed the emergency button.

Within seconds, doctors rushed in.

They started checking my vitals, asking questions I couldn’t answer.

“What’s your name?”

I didn’t know.

“Do you remember the accident?”

No.

Then one doctor looked at my chart and went pale.

He whispered something to the nurse.

She looked at me like she had seen a ghost.

“You’re not supposed to be awake,” she said.

I tried to sit up, but they stopped me.

“Please don’t move. We need to confirm something first.”

That’s when I noticed the bracelet on my wrist.

It didn’t have my name.

It had a name I didn’t recognize.

But the date on it made my stomach drop.

Because it said I had been admitted… three days after my official date of death.

Then the lights in the room flickered.

And the monitor flatlined for a second.

Part 2 in the comments.

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